Human skin surrounds

encases,
wraps tight until there is no longer a breath.

Tough cement hardened to be poison for trees within.

Walls, a barrier for growth.

Pickers keep picking, yet what they find is void of green.

Instead black charcoal crackles orange and red flame, eviscerating all that is.

Changing life to sick death. Paralyzed within, a fury attempting a pathetic escape.

Flames rise from speakers will and pauses onlookers.

A torment of phrases swirl. Unleashed is the roar, gone the evergreen.

Cries of anguish can tear the ears, a seed placed in the head.

So unwillingly controlled.

By laughing roars and uplifting vows though stronger without

A sunny day synchronizes with one of a devious path.

A steady tug of war they play.

For no reason comes to mind as to why they combat and unwind.

Ferocious beasts release upon the marking on the cement.

Six feet under goes past faces and 50 feet above spirit goes places.

Motionless

Unbothered.

Completely hazy as to why.

Because when sunny day gets blown away,

the flowered hearts once watered are now dry.

Dominoes each blow plastic smiles and fall asleep for dreary years.

For a day of ferocious beasts, no longer come the tears